Not Such a Good Morning

Libby

Groaning, Libby turned over. Her head was throbbing from the amount of champagne she'd drunk at the Wades' reception the day before. The rustling sound of her dress seemed as loud as a brass band.

Her dress. Opening her eyes, she realized she was still wearing the dress she'd worn yesterday. That brought back memories. All her memories.

Libby buried her face in the pillow. At the moment, she didn't know whether she felt more angry or embarrassed. Dan Evans had brought her back to her room last night. He'd been concerned because of the amount she'd had to drink.

It was what had happened when they were back here that caused the embarrassment. She might have been drunk, but Libby could remember very clearly how she'd kissed him, clung to him, almost begged him to spend the night in her room with her.

Even alone, she blushed thinking about it. At first, she'd thought he would give in. Then, he'd very firmly taken her hands in his and put her away from him.

"No, Libby," he'd told her, even though she could see the desire in his eyes. "We're not gonna do this. It's wrong." And he'd gone out, closing the door behind him.

She couldn't remember how long she'd cried before she'd fallen asleep. This morning, though, she was paying for all of it. The drinking, the crying, and her actions.

Why in the world had she acted like that? What made Dan Evans affect her so?

Determinedly rubbing her eyes, Libby sat up. She'd be damned if she was going to act like this. She had a new apartment to furnish and move into, and she was supposed to be going to that sidewalk sale at Barrett's this morning to see if she could find anything.

Hopefully, a shower and a nice, big coke would make her feel better. And more awake.